Page 43 of Saving the Rain (Crimson Ridge #4)

So, I keep stroking my cock and stand under the warm jet of water, letting it flow over my hair and face in a cascade.

My dick is absolutely aching, pulsating under my palm, and the sensation of the shower spray flowing over my hand is only amplifying that scorching feeling.

From the corner of my eye, I see Kayce finally start to move.

Turning to let my back rest against the wall, I pump a handful of soap and lather up quickly as I watch him through the running water.

Christ, he’s fucking hot, with his body all toned and lithe from rodeo.

He drops his sweats and briefs, kicking out of them, and his erection bobs up, slapping against his stomach.

I see the moment his blue irises flicker to the sight of himself, hard and needy, before drifting over to me.

Taking everything in for a second, his Adam’s apple dips, and he hovers in place for a long pause, transfixed by the sight of my hands moving over my torso and arms.

It’s nothing done for show, a functional act to wash off the day after being in the saddle and working with the horses, but he appears to like what he sees.

With both of us naked like this, the differences between us are more noticeable.

His muscles are leaner and more defined, whereas my chest is thicker.

I’ve always been bigger than him, but now, with age and not competing, I’m not sporting any abs like he’s got going on.

His dick swells more the longer he takes in the sight of my nakedness, and a shining bead of precum gathers at his tip.

He’s not turning tail and fleeing, but there’s obviously a moment he’s needing to take, to mentally build up enough courage to get over here.

Even if the yearning burns bright in his eyes.

Tilting my head to one side, I watch him closely as those lips part—all kiss-bitten and flushed after being claimed by my mouth—and goddamn if he doesn’t look gorgeous when he’s staring straight at my dick like he wants to drop to his knees right this second.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Gonna just stand there, or are you gonna be a good boy for me?” I cup the stream of water to scrub over my face, watching him through my fingers.

As rivulets run down my throat and lingering droplets cling to my mouth and beard, I bring both hands up to drag through my hair.

There’s barely enough room for two guys in here, but that works in my favor.

Kayce has nowhere to hide once he joins me under the shower spray.

His long lashes flutter closed as he tilts his face up to the water, and fucking hell, my erection kicks, seeing the exposed slope of his throat up close.

I just want to bury my face there and keep sucking on that sensitive point hard enough to mark him the fuck up.

A twisted part of me wants to see if the cowboy with all the charm and charisma will turn into a writhing mess from that alone.

How far can I push to see if he’d blow all over himself again just from the pleasure of a man’s mouth teasing his body, his nipples, his ass for the first time?

Reaching for more soap, I nudge him to spin and swap places.

Now, it’s his turn to be backed up against the wall, and I start running my lathered-up palms over his chest. Experiencing my touch for the first time, he shudders and lets out a noise that almost sounds like a whine of protest, except he catches it.

Slamming his mouth shut and biting down on his bottom lip instead.

I keep studying his face as I slowly wash him.

Moving from his chest, along each arm, tracing those veins and muscles, then gliding down his torso.

By the time I make it to the trail of darker golden hair at that v pointing to his rock-hard cock, his stomach caves, and goosebumps fly across his arms.

Kayce’s palms flatten against the wall, permitting me to continue.

I don’t miss the way his narrow hips lift, his dick straining and veins popping, as I stoop to run soap over his thighs and down his legs.

Crouching down in the small space, I bite back a wicked sense of satisfaction at the desperate way the indents on the side of his ass clench.

Having me only an inch away, but not making contact with his length jutting out, he’s quick to become a slutty little thing, silently begging for my mouth.

That can come later. First, he damn well needs to get used to being touched because right now, his skin is still quivering and flinching.

Mostly with pleasure, but I know one thing’s for certain.

.. he’s never had rough, calloused caresses over his body.

Kayce has never experienced hands like mine, roughened and worn after years working horses and cattle.

I like that I’m the first to give him this more than I’m ready to admit right now.

“Turn around.” My voice is quiet, almost drowned out by the rushing water and my own heartbeat, thudding away at the prospect of what is going to come next.

“Please...” Kayce says resolutely, dipping his chin as he dutifully shifts and rests both palms against the wall. “You don’t need to treat me like I’m fragile.”

That makes me chuckle. Midway through soaping up his shoulders, I indulge in letting the backs of my fingers glide a slow track down the curve of his spine.

Heading lower, until I reach his ass. The pathetic little mewl he lets out when I grab hold and squeeze both cheeks is enough to drive me insane.

Kayce immediately pushes back against me, and I tut out loud, bringing my mouth to hover close at his ear.

My cock nestles right there, and he sucks in a sharp breath feeling the weight of me pressed up against him, thick and heavy with need.

“I don’t like to break my toys.” I nip at his earlobe, then suck down until he’s moaning out loud.

Yeah, he might be the rodeo star on the outside, but he melts every time my mouth connects with those soft little parts of him.

I get a kick out of finding those tiny places he obviously doesn’t want to admit he enjoys, yet surrenders to immediately, tilting his head on reflex.

“ Raine .” My name is a mumble, shivering over his lips. While exhaling shakily, his long fingers press against the wet tiles.

“Keep your hands on the wall.” My teeth graze his shoulder, before I pull back and spit into my palm. “You like saying my name all sweet and innocent now, don’t you? When you want something from me.”

Kayce shudders and lets out a guttural noise as my hand starts stroking and spreading his ass, letting the saliva coat over him.

“Or are you still fighting me, hmm ?” I press and rub a little harder over his hole, and each time I do, his breathing hitches. “Are you actually wanting this, or do you want me to leave you in this shower, and you can get yourself off?”

His back arches, rubbing his ass against my dick and lets out a whimper. “You... I need... I want you to touch me.” Kayce’s words are garbled as he lets his forehead drop against the wall.

A groan vibrates deep inside my chest hearing him say it out loud.

“Relax for me.” Coaxing him with a deep hum, I gradually work up to ease one finger past that tight ring of muscle.

“ Shhh . That’s it. Just relax.” He’s so goddamn tight, clenching as I rock my hand slowly back and forth.

My dick is a leaking mess at the thought of what it’s going to be like to actually try and fit inside him.

Reaching around, I hold out my other palm. “Be a good boy and spit.” That earns me another delicious shiver, and Kayce whimpers. It’s a soft, sensual little noise amongst the flowing water, and he lets a long track of saliva drop into my palm.

“Why do I like you calling me that?” His whine is almost more to himself than anything .

“Always so eager to please everyone.” I let my hand drop and wrap his length firmly.

“ Ummpphhf . Oh, god,” he gasps and immediately rocks into my hold.

“No, snowflake. There’s no one here but me giving you this. I’m the one fingering your ass, with your dick weeping, all for my hands.” I bite the back of his neck, and Kayce absolutely fucking melts.

As I stroke him from root to tip, he throbs in my palm, and I swear to god, with how swollen his cock is, it feels like he’s going to fall apart any second now.

“Oh my... fffffuck .” He claws at the tiles and starts shifting his hips, chasing my touch on both ends.

“Raine. Holy shit.” The way he says my name, the way those letters shiver across his lips, it’s goddamn heady to see him so undone already.

As he bucks and slides through my grip, his precum mixes with the slipperiness of his spit.

His muscles relax more as I add more spit and work another finger inside him, gradually scissoring to encourage him to open for me. Just as his whimpers start reaching a higher pitch, I ease off stroking his cock, and he curses.

“Please. Please don’t stop.”

“Do you want more? Are you a needy little thing that needs to be stuffed full with more than just my fingers?” I grunt against his ear. The way his ass is the fucking hottest and tightest thing, clenching around the digits I’ve worked into him, leaves me growing more wild.

He nods frantically. “Yes. Yes... I need...” Those words die when I tug on him, squeezing his cock harder at the same time as pushing further to sink into his back entrance.

“Look at you. Desperate for two fingers and a hand job.” I scold him in a low voice. “I should leave you to do it for yourself if you can’t ask properly.”

“ Ffffuck . Unnghhh . Raine. Fuck.” Kayce’s words tumble out as his body clenches, and I keep working him harder.

“Say it.” My fist tightens around his dick, and he’s thrusting into my palm, then back against my hand wantonly. Frantic noises burst past his lips as he flies towards that edge.

“Fuck me, Raine. Fuck me. Fuck me, please .” The sound of his begging morphs into a deep groan as his cock swells and pulses.

He jerks and shoots cum everywhere, in thick ropes, as he dissolves into a gasping orgasm in my arms. The feel of him tumbling over the edge is the most incredible thing, leaving me light-headed while witnessing him absolutely fucking melt for me.

I keep stroking him, letting the water wash away the cum covering his shaft and my fist, as I ease out of his ass.

Turning him around, my weight presses him against the wall. I let my erection dig into his stomach, and holy fuck. Just the feel of having the sensitive tip shoved tight between our bodies is heaven.

Kayce is the one to kiss me this time. His hands fly up to my neck, threading into my hair, and he clings to me. Still breathing hard, he slams our mouths together and feeds me a low moan.

Blindly fumbling around, I flip the water off. The silence that ensues is nowhere near as echoing as it would be if it weren’t for the racing of our heartbeats consuming everything.

“Wait—Don’t—” Whining against my lips, he tightens his hold on my wet hair. As if he thinks this is all over. As if that’s all it’ll be, and I’m about to send him on his way.

Little does he fucking know.

Drawing back enough to nip his bottom lip, then to bite along his jaw, I stop when I reach the shell of his ear and let my stubble brush against his damp skin.

“ Shh . Go and get on the bed for me.”